by Terri George
I heard the tell-tale crinkle of foil as he tore the condom from the packet, then the mattress dipped as he crawled between my legs. The tip of his cock skimmed my inner thigh, and teased my slit.
Desire flooded my pussy that ached for him. I clasped my hands around his ass and urged him in. “Alex, please,” I whispered.
His breath warmed my face as he exhaled. “Christ, I’ve waited so long.” He pushed in slowly, all the way, and started to move inside me.
It felt glorious. Just as I had imagined it so many times.
Alex clasped an ankle and drew my right leg up and over his shoulder. The slight shift in position opened me further and I moaned at the delicious fullness as he slid in deeper still.
This wasn’t the kink I’d been expecting. This wasn’t Alex the Dom commanding. I wasn’t his sub obeying. Alex, the man, was making love to me, and I surrendered under the tenderness of his touch. He roamed his hands over my body as he caressed and kneaded, and scattered soft kisses on my skin.
Alex’s languid thrusts urged me to take that final step into oblivion. As he slipped his hand between our bodies, he lowered his head, his cheek pressed against mine. “I love you, Jess,” he murmured. “Always have, always will.’ He rolled his thumb over my swollen nub. “Come for me.”
My body writhed, and I spasmed around him as my heart shattered. Tears ran from beneath the blindfold and flowed down the sides of my face.
But mine weren’t the only tears that fell.
Alex’s body shuddered; my name a whispered prayer that softly left his lips as he climaxed.
He held me tightly to him for a moment as our hearts beat together; then slowly eased out with a small sigh of regret.
Cool air breathed over my heated skin as he lifted his body from mine and slid from the bed, leaving me bereft and empty.
I heard the rustle of his clothes as he gathered them from the back of the chair and dressed quickly. Then his soft footfalls crossed the room and he opened the door.
The latch clicked past the strike plate, and a tiny piece of my heart closed off as the door shut behind him.
I turned onto my side and drew my knees into my chest as my throat constricted, and fresh tears threatened to fall.
The squeaking sound of taps being turned on in the en-suite bathroom and the rush of water as it gushed into the tub brought me back to reality.
My body stiffened as I sensed David coming back into the room, coming closer to the bed.
He spread his palm over my hip as he lay down behind me.
I tried not to flinch under his touch as he stroked the cheeks of my ass.
His hot exhale breathed heavily in my ear. “One time. That’s all you get with him.”
I gasped as I took in the enormity of what he meant.
David huffed a small sound. “I’ve always known, Jessica. Even before I saw you two that night.”
He slid his hand around to my belly and pulled me tight against his front. “I was prepared to share you once, but you’re mine. As long as I’m alive you’ll always be mine.”
He pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder then released his hold on me and slipped off the bed.
As I listened to the sounds of him getting undressed, a single thought ran through my head. Was I still his?
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